We had a lot of puppies when I grew up
My little brothers were always carrying around pups
Mustache was my favorite out of all of them
She wasn’t really pretty, she was a little too thin
I felt sorry for her she seemed so out of place
Just an ugly hound with a mustache on her face
I don’t recall who gave her that name
But looking at her mustache you knew from where it came
She was just a speckled little hound
A sweeter dog could not be found
She would follow us around the countryside
No more than two or three steps behind
She went off to the woods with brother Dan one day
She didn’t come back and he never would say
I guess my parents knew but didn’t want us to know
What happened to the dog, Mustache that we loved so
Daddy brought home a new dog a gorgeous Airedale
He was black and brown and looked like a big bear
I grew to love him but it took a long time for me to come around
Because nothing would ever replace old Mustache our little hound
